CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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<MIAMI, FLORIDA>

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<MIAMI, FLORIDA>

Friday, October 27 10:45pm

"Gabriela, are you okay?" Olivia asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine" I said.

"No you're not. Open the stall door" She said.

I got off the toilet seat and opened the stall door before walking through and walking to the sink. I turned on the water and splashed some cold water on my face.

"I'm so sorry about what happened Gabr-"

"It's fine she's right anyway no one will ever like me and I just got to live with it" I said, cutting her off.

"None of the shit she said was true. She's just saying all of that shit to make herself feel better and put you down and if she ever calls you fat again I will kill her. I don't care if I'm sentenced to life in prison no one calls my best friend fat."

I smiled at her before grabbing my bag and we walked to english together which we have with Eleanor and I totally forgot we had a test today. I forgot to study and there's just one thing I'm hoping for and that's to not fail the test.

Walking into class me and Olivia sit in the back where our seats are since we have to have a seating chart in class but at least Eleanor sits right in front of us.

"Hey you okay?" Eleanor asked.

"Yeah why?" I asked.

"Your cheeks are really red and your eyes are puffy as if you were crying" She said.

"Oh" Is all I said.

I grabbed my makeup bag out of my backpack and took out my concealer and beauty blender. I placed the concealer under my eyes and started blending it into the skin under my eyes.

I watched as a familiar figure walked into the classroom. I groaned, forgetting that Jules was also in this class, another thing to make me hate this class even though she's barely here in class.

She smirked at me before sitting beside Eleanor. She turned our way looking from my face to my hand where I was still accruing the concealer and beauty blender.

"Makeup won't make you any prettier" She whispered so only me and Olivia could hear her.

Not like it would matter, Eleanor has her airpods in her ears.

"Plastic surgery won't make you any prettier either" Olivia said with a smirk.

"Shut up you...y-you bitch" She said huffing and turning around.

"que perra" I said.

Spanish translate: what a bitch

Olivia and I laughed it off until the bell rang for class for Science and cleats just say without even studying I'm surprised I passed the test with a 86%.

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